CHAPTER TEN #2
Of course. Nesting. I'd read about it, but like so many other omega behaviors, I'd never experienced it myself.
Until now. This compulsion to arrange everything just so, to create a perfect sanctuary, was my omega instinct, finally awake and demanding to be heard after years of dormancy.
I looked down at the disarray I'd created, frustration burning in my chest.
"Why can't I get it right?" I whispered, hating the tremor in my voice.
"It's okay," Moon assured me. "This is your nest, and it has to be perfect for you. Take as long as you need, beautiful."
"And if you need anything of ours, just ask," Ryung added. "You can have whatever you want."
Their calm acceptance soothed my frazzled nerves. I took a deep breath, then another, trying to center myself as I surveyed the bed again. What was wrong? What was missing? The answer hit me suddenly.
"I think... I think the nest is missing your scents," I whispered, looking between them.
Without hesitation, Ryung pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled planes of his torso. He handed the garment to me with a small smile.
"Here."
I grabbed it eagerly, bringing it to my face and breathing deeply. Whiskey. Rich, smoky, intoxicating. Yes! This was what my nest needed. My gaze shifted to Moon, who was already removing his shirt.
When he handed it to me, I pressed the fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply. Cool mint. Fresh, clean, invigorating. The perfect counterbalance to Ryung's warmth. Fire and ice. Whiskey and mint. My alphas.
I wrapped two pillows in their shirts, then began repositioning everything once more. The addition of their scents made all the difference. Suddenly, I could see exactly how everything should be arranged.
I moved pillows, fluffed them, adjusted their angles until they were perfectly positioned. The pillows wrapped in my alphas' shirts took the center positions, flanking where I would lie.
The nest was perfect now, beautiful, comfortable, and saturated with the scents of my alphas. My omega purred with satisfaction, the anxiety that had been gripping me finally dissolving.
I turned to face Moon and Ryung, who had been watching me work. They stood shirtless and patient, waiting for my permission. My eyes drifted over them, taking in their sun-kissed skin, their muscular forms, their handsome faces.
My mates were the sexiest and sweetest men I’d ever seen. My heart raced just looking at them. It was time for my alphas to join me in my nest.
"Thank you for the nest," I murmured. "And thank you for not being mad at me for trying to kill you."
"We’ll discuss that after your heat passes," Ryung told me.
Yes, we had a lot to discuss: the Silent Hex and why I'd been sent to kill them. But there was one thing that couldn't wait, one truth I needed to share before my omega dragged me back under the tidal wave of heat-induced lust.
"It's officially nice to meet you, Prince Moon Song and Royal Guard Ryung Lee," I said. "My name is Ember Moore, your mate."
"Ember," Moon repeated. His eyes widened slightly, lips parting in what looked like wonder. "Our mate's name is Ember."
"You've got a beautiful name, Ember," Ryung told me.
"It fits you perfectly. Fierce and warm, with the potential to burn everything in your path.
" Ryung placed his hands on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes never leaving mine.
"Little Ember," he said, and fuck if my name on his lips didn't send a shiver straight down my spine.
"Give your alphas permission to join you in your nest, so you can make us moan your name. "
Heat surged through me, my omega roaring to life with such force that I gasped. In an instant, my composure shattered. Slick pooled between my thighs, my core clenching, desperate to be filled.
The sheet suddenly felt too constricting, too hot, too rough against my skin. I tore it away from my body and tossed it to the floor, then leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs in blatant invitation.
"Join me, alphas," I rasped, voice sultry.
Their simultaneous growls filled the air as they climbed onto the bed, their movements predatory. Moon crawled between my thighs while Ryung positioned himself near my head, both of them looking at me like I was the answer to every prayer they'd ever uttered.
"Ember," Moon moaned, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "I've been dying to taste you again."
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, tongue delving between my folds. I arched off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure shot through me like lightning. My hands fisted in the sheets as he lapped at me, drinking in my slick like a man dying of thirst.
"That's it, beautiful," he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through me. "Give me more of that slick, sweet Ember."
My name again, spoken in that reverent tone as he devoured me, it was too much, too intense. I squeezed my eyes shut, lost in the sensation of his mouth on me, his tongue circling my clit.
"Look at you," Ryung growled from above me. "So fucking beautiful when you're being pleasured."
I opened my eyes to find him stroking himself, his gaze burning into mine. He moved closer, gripping my hair with his free hand, tilting my head back.
"Open for me, Ember," he commanded, his cock brushing against my lips.
I opened my mouth, moaning around him as he slid inside, the weight of him heavy on my tongue. I sucked him deeply, hollowing my cheeks as he groaned my name, his fingers tightening in my hair.
"Sweet Ember," he hissed. "That mouth of yours is sinful."
I closed my eyes again, giving myself over to the pleasure, to them, to this moment where I wasn't an assassin or a cold omega or anything but theirs.
My body belonged to these two men who kept saying my name like a prayer, who looked at me like I was something precious even though they barely knew me.
My climax hit me with the force of a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I moaned around Ryung's cock, my thighs clenching around Moon's head. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, intensified by the sound of my name falling from their lips in a litany of filthy praises.
We broke my nest in properly that day, christening every inch of it as they passed me between them, taking turns filling me, stretching me, claiming me. We only emerged for food and water, sustenance to fuel the next round of heat-driven need.
By nightfall, I was worn out with satisfaction, nestled between them in the perfect nest they'd created, their scents mingling with mine in the air around us. Later, I was awakened by the sensation of their mouths on my throat.
Moon on one side, Ryung on the other, both licking their claiming bites with slow, careful strokes of their tongues. The gentle attention made me shiver, my body immediately responding to their touch.
"We're healing your marks," Moon murmured, his tongue brushing the indentations. "They need our care to heal properly."
I tilted my head, giving them better access, my hands stroking through their hair as they tended to the marks that bound us together. I knew they were wondering when I would mark them in return, when I would complete the bond by claiming them as thoroughly as they'd claimed me.
Soon, I promised silently. After my heat, after I'd told them about the Silent Hex and the years I'd spent working for an organization that had used me, lied to me, sent me to kill my own mates without caring what it would do to me.
Once all of that was resolved, I would sink my teeth into their flesh, marking them as mine forever. For now, though, I was content to enjoy the attention of my mates. Especially when Moon pulled back from my throat and whispered in my ear...
"Come ride me, Ember. I need to be inside you again."
Before I could even move, Ryung was lifting me, easily positioning me over Moon, who was lying flat on his back. I reached between us, gripping Moon's cock and rubbing it through my slick before slowly sinking down, taking him in inch by delicious inch.
"Ember," Moon groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I settled on his length, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. "So perfect."
Behind me, Ryung's hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back to rest against his shoulder as he whispered filth in my ear.
"That's it, pretty Ember," he growled, his other hand sliding down my back to my ass. "You’re taking Moon’s cock so well."
I began to ride Moon, my movements slow, savoring the feel of him stretching me. He reached places deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes, each thrust sending sparks of desire sizzling through me.
Ryung's fingers dipped into my slick and moved to my ass, working me there, his voice a constant stream of praise and encouragement in my ear. I reached for him, finding his cock and stroking it in time with my movements on Moon.
"You're such a good little omega," Ryung whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Isn't she, Moon?"
"The best," Moon grunted, lifting his hips to meet me halfway, driving deeper with each thrust.
Our bodies moved together, Moon bucking up into me, Ryung's fingers working me open, his cock sliding against my palm.
When Moon's knot began to swell, catching at my entrance with each thrust, I cried out, overwhelmed by sensation, by pleasure, by the knowledge that these men were mine, truly mine.
As his knot locked inside me, stretching me to the point of sweet pain, I knew without a doubt that I wanted this forever. And against all odds, I would have this forever.